Half a day later, when the Communication Slate vibrated, Lynn was sitting on a black rock, leaning against the Bone Dragon's leg and gazing at the sky.
No matter how long he looked at the Holy Light Laws here, they still felt so vast and magnificent, embracing all things.
Since he had resolved to climb to the pinnacle of the world, he needed to see more of it in the future. Otherwise, he would be nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well.
He picked up the slate. There was only one line on the screen: Effective immediately, proceed to the area between the Second Defensive Line and the First Defensive Line and continue eliminating Holy-Light Creatures.
It was signed by Marcus.
Hmm... just as expected. They really were moving on to the next defensive line for further clearing operations.
Not bad. They were not being sent to the frontal battlefield, but to the area between the defensive lines to eliminate the stragglers that had infiltrated through.
He was familiar with this kind of work. It was even safer than guarding the outermost defensive line.
The Holy-Light Creatures outside were organized Light armies. Most of those between the defensive lines were scattered remnants smashed apart by the main force, fleeing into the interior in their panic.
They were weaker, more scattered, and easier to deal with.
Lynn put away the slate, jumped down from the rock, and prepared to carry out the mission.
He glanced at the Undead army around him. Megatron was sprawled on the ground, dozing off. He had no idea why an Undead was so fond of sleeping.
When he had captured it, hadn't it been sleeping with Mountain too?
Decepticon floated in midair like a dark cloud. The ghost servants on its surface